John Milton Quotes

The sensation of flying is incredible, and it's such a miraculous notion to go into the air and see the world without delineation.

If I were an animal, I would be an eagle.

I'm the Eagle: I can fly.

If you were meant to fly, not even running really fast is that impressive.

Why the hell not run a race across the United States? A balls-out, shoot-the-moon, f***-the-establishment rumble from New York to Los Angeles to prove what we had been harping about for years, for example, that good drivers in good automobiles could employ the American Interstate system the same way the Germans were using their Autobahns? Yes, make high-speed travel by car a reality! Truth and justice affirmed by an overtly illegal act.

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.

Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.

Well I was born to run, to get ahead of the rest. And all that I wanted was to be the best Just to feel free and be someone I was born to be fast, I was born to run .

I ran like a thing that runs.

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

I love to see those paragliders weaving softly around Moon Point, their legs floating above you in the air. When they drift in for a landing, their feet touch the ground and they trot forward from the continued motion of the glider, which billows down like a setting sun. I never get tired of watching them and I've seen them thousands of times. I always wondered what that kind of freedom would feel like.

I love getting in the open floor and running.

World's flying like birds; my car's in flight. The city lights are spattered on my windshield like the fragments of the night. And I'm in flight. The sky's a wheel, a merry-go-round of wings and snow and steel, and fire. We'll tread the sky, we'll ride the scarlet horses.

I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive.

If one could run without getting tired I don't think one would often want to do anything else.

The limitations are limitless.

...rapid motion through space elates one.

If you are not a skater, you probably can't imagine what I mean. I could try to tell you by saying it's a feeling of ice miles running under your blades, the wind splitting open to let you through, the earth whirling around you.It's a sense of power, of command over distance and gravity, and an illusion of no longer having to move because movement is carrying you.

Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying, Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown, Soar upward to the sun!

Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

Feeling free, let us fly, into the boundless, beyond the sky, for we were born to never die.